Necromancer's Lust

[ErykaLorelei]

(OOC: I am looking for either a man or a woman or a couple who play around with Necromancy after accidentally finding s beautiful woman's body in the field. Who ever joins should be aware the character is dead when they find her and through necromancy bring her back as a zombie and over time she may become more and more alive. Please message me before replying)


Destiny was only 18 years old when her life ended tragically. She was a knockout of a woman with a body built for the bedroom and the looks of an angel.

She had just gotten done with her graduation party and a group of six guys took her out to a field for a "party", and as the night progressed she teased them and danced like a stripper for them until they all decided it was enough and they tried making moves on her which did not go over too well. She fought back clawing one of the men across the face and he pulled out his bowie knife and stabbed her on accident and did not realize it as the group of six men took turns raping poor Destiny of all of her innocence as her life slowly faded away . She died in the field that day a raped, beaten, and stabbed woman filled with in every hole she had by the cum of all six men, and the men tried to cover it all up the best they knew how... by burying her in the field.

A person by sheer luck found her body two days later and dug her up and carefully took her to their house and bathed her and tried to doll her up as they saw fit. They were hoping to try a necromancy spell they read about to bring the dead to life. Time will tell if they were successful.

 

[lovingfingers]

He looked about the field, noting the details. It was the same he had had in his vision. He had been studing the occult arts for years, and while it had brought him success in many fields, he still lacked love. He knew from bitter experience that you couldn't conjure it, or compel it. So after much thought, he had cast a spell, honoring Aphrodite, and asked that he be shown his destiny. In the dreams that followed that night, he had been shown a field, this field in fact. He had taken his jeep the next day and, after much searching, had found it. He stood and waited, and.. nothing happened.

He furrowed his brows. He looked around. There was no one in sight. What was he supposed to do? Wait here until his dream girl miraculously showed up. He started to walk the old stone wall that surrounded the field. As he did, he noted that the grasses were beaten down, a path recently made. He veered from the wall and followed the trail. He slowed as he came upon an area where the earth had been recently broken. A small bit of red caught his eye. He knelt down to look more closely, and realized the red looked like a finger nail. He reached down, parting the earth, and found a finger attached to the nail.

He closed his eyes and sat back. He knew better than to curse the Gods, but could not help but wonder if this was some divinely cruel joke. "Why?" he asked softly.

He thought for a time, "I have uncovered a body, probably a murder. I should call the police. But why would Aphrodite send him to find her?"

As he pondered, he began to clear more earth from the finger and then the hand. Curiosity got the better of him, and he lifted her arm, the earth falling away. He scooped earth away with his hands carefully, not wanting to hurt her, as ridiculous as that sounded. He pulled her again, her face and torso emerging. She was naked, and despite the dirt and blood that clung to her, she had obviously been very pretty. He continued to scoop and shift her, until he could lift her entirely from the ground. Her lithe body, filthy and smelly, hung in his arms.

He laid her back down and walked back to the Jeep. "I should call the police and walk away," he reasoned. Instead, he started the Jeep and drove to a gap in the wall and into the field. He got out and gathered her up. He put the body in the back and fastened the tarp over her.
As he drove off, he wondered, "what the hell am I doing?"

Another part of him knew.

 

[ErykaLorelei]

Her body having been tossed away in such a manner lay there lifelessly and yet somehow is still capable of thought as she lay there words echoed in her head but did not escape her still gorgeous lips

"Well this is a fine mess you got yourself in oh shit what the hell is that?"

She felt a worm slinking across her face as she lay there with layer upon layer of dirt over her body

"How long is this going to be do I have to just lay here while things crawl all over me?"

She suddenly hear the sound of dirt moving around and with her eyes stuck in an open expression she saw someone's face as he dug her out

"Now who the hell is this guy"

She thought to her self as her mouth was obviously not going to speak for her

She heard him speak as he lifted her body into his arms and carried her to his jeep

"What the hell am I doing?" she heard him say out loud then she wondered the same

"Yeah what the hell are you doing?" As her vision suddenly fade blue as the tarp covered her

 

[lovingfingers]

As he drove home, he kept glancing behind him to the rear of the Jeep. He went he speed limit, obeying every traffic law to the letter. He had would have no way to explain the body in the back if he were stopped. It was with considerable relief that he pulled into the garage and closed the door. He exited the Jeep and closed the shades on the garage windows. He had no neighbors for some distance, but there was no sense in taking chances.

He pulled the tarp off and looked down at her. This was madness.

He opened the tail gate and eased her out. She weighed maybe a hundred pounds, but she was dead weight, literally. He carefully eased her onto the floor. Even covered in dirt and blood, he could see the lines of a gorgeous body. He thought for a second, then went into the house, returning with soaps and a sponge. He took the hose from the wall and turned the water on. "Sorry for the chill," he half joked as he started to spray her down. As the dirt washed off her body, he could see several things, the knife wound and the bruising. He could also see that her body was luscious, for a corpse. Once she was wet, he took the shampoo and began to soap her hair, thick and blonde. He soaped a sponge repeatedly and worked his way down her body, cleansing every inch. He had never been this intimate with any of his lovers before, and he could feel his body responding. By the time he reached her toes, he knew her body well. He stood and got the hose. He rinsed the soap from her gently, turning her as he needed, until she was clean.

He set the hose aside and gathered her up, carrying her into the house, setting her down on the kitchen table, hoping it would take her weight. He fetched some towels and began to dry her off, again moving over every inch of her. When he was done, he regarded her, her head hanging of the edge of the table, her mouth open, her legs hanging over the other end, splayed wide. Despite being dead and cold, he could not help but want her.

"Focus," he admonished himself. He picked her up and carried her to the room he used for ritual, setting her down on the large pentagram on the floor. Now the real work began...

 

[ErykaLorelei]

She was beginning to admire his tenderness though she did not trust him yet and how could she the last person she trusted raped and killed her

As he lifter her up in his arms she wanted to roll off his arms and escape but could not

"God this water should be freezing but it isn't" She stated again only in her mind as no words escaped her lips as her body got doused and rinsed

A centipede crawled out of her mouth as he flipped her from her stomach to her back

"Oh wow that was gross you are not going to win any ladyship awards for that one" she thought

She once more felt herself in his arms as he placed her in the pentagram

"Oh no what is this man doing?" she screamed out in her head

 

[lovingfingers]

He walked to his library and scanned the shelves. He found the book he required and walked back to the temple. He opened a closet and selected some woad and a small paint brush. Opening the book to certain page, he sat down next to her. He left the book open where he could see it and began to draw various sigils upon different parts of her body, working from her brow down. He had to rest his hands on her as he worked. Being indoors, her body was gradually warming. Not living warmth certainly, but warmer than when he had found her at least. And perhaps it was his own heat for her that was rising, as he once more was touching her everywhere.

He was starting to perspire when he was done. He looked back and forth from the book to her. It looked right. He nodded. One last thing.

He put on boots and went out the back door. He walked a short distance to a small building and pen, and was greeting with bleating. He fed his animals and dispassionately selected one. He injected it with an anesthetic and carried it to the house. A life for a life.

Back in the temple, he hung the unconscious goat above the body. He took some time to shower and purify himself, then returned to the temple. He lit a few candles and incense, circumnambulating the room. He began to chant, lighting more and more candles, until the room was ablaze with light. His chanting few louder as he picked up a knife and walked to the limp goat. He flicked the blade across its throat and blood started to spray across her body. He chanted a mantra over and over, until the goat's dying body began to spasm. As the animal died, the candles flared and went out, leaving the room in darkness.

He ceased his chant, and listened. He lit several candles and went into the center of the room. He knelt down at her feet and touched her. She was warm. The goat blood was still slick on her skin, the smell of it and her body deeply earthy, musky. He ran his hands up her legs, preparing for the next part of the rite. He forced the memory of her in her grave from his mind, and focussed on her as a woman. Fortunately, that was easy. Her body was truly a work of art. He parted her legs wide and stroked her thighs. He looked up at her face, and then felt a little silly. Technically, she was still dead. She was not going to get aroused.

He, on the other hand, was very much aroused, which surprised him a little. He wondered briefly if it was her, the power situation, or some unrecognized necrophiliac tendencies, that had left him hard. Those thoughts vanish as he moved on top of her. He stroked his cock with his goat blood soaked hand, then pressed the head down. He ran his flesh over her opening a few times, and pushed. He sank into her easily. Not surprising, as all of her muscles were very much relaxed. What did surprise him was her warmth. He pushed all the way into her and began to rock back and forth. He started the chant again, timing his thrusts to the rhythm of the words. Back and forth, his voice rising and falling. As his arousal mounted, he could feel the power inside him building. His thrusts became harder, bouncing her body about, giving almost the impression of life. He hissed as the energy of the spell overtook him. He rammed his cock into her repeated, shouting the chant, as the power and his cum coursed into her. On and on it rolled, draining him almost painfully. After a minute, he gasped and collapsed, breathing hard. It took him a while to recover, finally catching his breath and raising himself off her body a little. The blood on her had left a shadow of her body on his chest.

He looked down at her, and studied her. Even in this light, he could see there was more color in her face. He shifted his hips, and felt his cock slide from her. He moved down her body a little and lay his ear to her chest. The feel of her breasts against his cheek and lips was distractingly enjoyable. He listened carefully and sighed when he could not detect a heartbeat.

He fought dissappointment, reminding himself that the spell was not concluded. He had more work to do...

 

[ErykaLorelei]

She lay there on the table completely nude now as she almost felt like throwing up as the warm goat blood splashed out onto her skin.

She could not believe this what is this guy trying to accomplish dead is dead right? She could see his actions from the peripheral vision and she thought to herself "Oh God he is going to fuck me is there no sanity left in this world first I die because someone wanted to fuck me what is this asshole hoping? He will fuck me back to life?" Her thought was interrupted as she felt his thick member slide inside her the walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate his size as it slid inch by inch inside her "Wait a second how could I be feeling this I am dead right? Oh God am I not dead but in a coma?" The cold skin of her vulva seemingly warmed up more with each thrust which coincided with the chanting he was doing

She lay there helpless as he thrust in then out and repeated it over and over her body moved back and forth in reaction to his thrusts as he desecrated her corpse body in such a way and her round developed breasts bounced back and forth with each of his inward thrusts

She wondered to herself "Would I enjoy this if I was not dead this guy seems nice enough oh shit I think he is going to cum inside me"
Her eyes closed as he slid out of her slowly and he felt her surprisingly warm pussy clench tightly each time he slid out

 

[lovingfingers]

In the candlelight, he collected himself. The spell had been specific. He moved a curtain aside and looked out the window. The moon had just risen. He had several hours before he could perform the next part of the rite. Turning back to the center of the room, he sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

He carefully gathered her in his arms, wishing he knew her name. He took her to the master bath, with the walk in shower. He laid her carefully on the bench and turned the water on. With the nozzle, he rinsed the blood from both of them. The sigils on her skin had faded, as though absorbed into her body, the same with most of the blood. As he parted her legs, he did not see his semen leaking from her, although he knew he had come copiously. Her body had taken it all.

He put soap on a loofah and began to cleanse her. As his hands moved over her, she seemed so much more alive to him, although he could not say how. She had such a tight body. It was a pleasure to touch her, and he found himself hardening as he did. She was so tempting...

He disciplined himself and rinsed her off, the soap leaving her skin almost like another unveiling. He turned the water off and grabbed a couple towels. Again, moving his hands over her. She was so vulnerable. She was also half dead, he reminded himself. When mostly dry, he lifted her and carried her to the guest bedroom. He laid her on the bed, by the window, the light of the moon on her body. He surveyed her and nodded. He sighed, now the less pleasant part.

The goat took an hour to gut and skin, and after washing, hung in the game refrigerator. He would butcher it tomorrow. The floor of the temple was tile, but blood was such a pain in the ass to remove anyway. Still, it was part of the price, and he hoped it would be worthwhile.

He returned to shower and cleansed himself, again. He returned to the guest room and began lighting candles. The moon still shown on her body. It was nearly midnight, and time for the next part of the rite. He took a scented oil and began to massage her toes, gradually working his way up her legs. He chanted softly as he did. He turned her over and worked over the back of her thighs and amazingly tight ass. He only barely kept control, and forced himself to move up her back. He had straddled her and he would only have to pushed the head of his cock down to take her. Not yet...

He annointed the back of her neck, then turned her over. His hands moved over her hips and belly, slick with oil. The chant took on a throaty growl as he massaged her full breasts, his cock pulsing. He forced himself to move to her shoulders and then her throat. He was careful as he moved over her face. Such delicate features, so very beautiful.

His voice was ragged as he finally finished. His cock was literally dripping as he moved on top of her again. His legs parted hers and he shuddered as he found her opening and pushed inside her. He groaned as he felt warmth inside her. He slid his arms under her, his hands grasping her shoulders, and he started to fuck her. Every stroke pressing hard, deep, insistant. He felt like he was on fire, his chanting growing loud and fast. The walls of her cunt clung to his thickness, as their bodies danced. He felt her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardened, as he started to cum, a long series of gushes inside her, each spurt almost feeling like it were being sucked out of him.

As the last echo of climax faded, he rested, almost woozy. He whispered in her ear, "if you are this good mostly dead, what must you be like alive?"